The form looked simple enough. Name, grade, homeroom number– no problem. Type of medication–check. Dosage–check. Time of day to be administered–check. Today’s date–got it. Parent’s signature.

I freeze. I stare at it blankly. The panicked thought comes out of nowhere– My mom is camping. She can’t sign it. What am I going to do?

Then I chuckle, grinning sheepishly in my empty kitchen. Parent’s signature. Duh.

I AM the parent.

Heaven help us all.

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